The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Avian, didn't you say you don't know how to use archery?"

"I see you have pretty good skills! Are you trying to hide your skills in front of me?"

Avian didn't intend to say anything about the question from Vereesa next to her.

You almost saw through the flaws in those spells I cast not long ago. You are so smart now, not at all like the good friend I remembered.

As a result, I couldn’t use my favorite frost spells and elemental armies, so I had to learn archery... but I have to say, I seem to have quite a talent for it.

Damn it, Vereesa, can you please stop tickling me? It’s so itchy... No, I can’t be exposed.

At the beginning, I was just too picky and had to choose a ranger hero. What would happen if I chose a mage, warrior, or paladin?

"Why are you silent, Avian? Don't you want to pay attention to me?"

Poking Avian's delicate face with her hand, Wen Leisa was full of confusion.

Didn't you say we were good sisters before? Why are you ignoring me now?

"Don't you see the undead in front of you? Vereesa Windrunner!"

"Instead of bothering me, you might as well go and kill a few more undead."

A flaming arrow shot and exploded the spider head of the crypt demon in front. Avian glanced at Vereesa and said coldly.

"We are elf rangers. We have very high basic literacy, okay, sister."

"You can't even shoot three arrows in a row, completing the three-star chain movement. Your skills need to be improved!"

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh! After firing three wind arrows in quick succession, Vereesa yawned in response.

The era of shooting one arrow with a single bow has long ended. What we know now is multiple shooting.

As the ranger general of this world, your basic... you got there through magic, sorry... sister.

"Who should I call sister? I don't have a sister like you."

"Wind Walker, remember to think before you brag."

"Although I am only your temporary general, I am very dissatisfied with your behavior."

"What am I calling you for? To fight the undead!"

Avian, who wanted to give Vereesa a dunk, calmed down her restless emotions and gave a gentle reminder.

It’s not that I can’t afford the refrigerator, but if my true identity is revealed... it will be terrible if I go back. How can I ask you to take the risk with me?

I heard from Lor'themar that there is only one companion card.

Vereesa Windrunner, you'd better wait patiently for a situation similar to this one to occur again.

Next time if I have a chance, I will change my identity as the warden to bully you. If your archery skills are not strong, I will make up for it with the wheels.

"Avian, there's more than just her in Windrunner. Can you please call her by her name or nickname instead of her surname?"

"We, the Windrunner family, cannot afford to lose face like this... No, there is no Little Miss Vereesa."

Sylvanas, holding the longbow horizontally and shooting seven arrows in a row, said that she did not know Vereesa.

Love can make people an idiot, but I won't. I will remain calm until the end of my life.

When Alleria returns, I will surely...

"Ms. Big Moon of Wind Walker, do you really want to abandon your little moon?"

"Then how about I take her away? The sun and the moon complement each other perfectly."

Not wanting to be outdone, Aurelia, who also fired seven arrows in a row, asked her second sister.

I thought that the moment I stepped into the Dark Portal, I would never see you again.

In the end, you still like to quarrel as before, my two stupid sisters.

Sister, I really want to pinch your little heads and feel if there is any difference from the past.

Have you really caught up with me after so many years? Sylvanas.

"You and...yeah! We're the Twin Moon Sisters. What about you? My Sun Sister."

Sylvanas, you don't even call Alleria sister anymore! Avian thought so.

"Okay, stop making trouble! Kill the undead properly."

"After we finish this battle, we'll take a break. Do you understand?"

“Sisters, we know very well…Okay, okay, let’s shut up.”

Under the warm hospitality of the Ranger General next to them, the three Windrunner sisters looked at their comrades around them at the same time, then shut their mouths quietly and continued to kill the enemy in silence.

As a general, without troops, you have no capital and even the basic right to speak.

We have been here for so long, why haven't we run into any familiar faces? Is it because we are wearing hoods that no one recognizes us?

If Uther, who was killing enemies with Lor'themar in the front, heard the voices of the three sisters, he would definitely tell them, you are no different from the rangers around you, triplet ranger ladies.

And Lor'themar would laugh in his heart, marveling at the power of Avian's transformation spell.

You three sisters, your previous actions have been as deeply rooted in people's hearts as those of ordinary ranger soldiers.

If you are not someone who is particularly familiar with you, who can see through this spell with the naked eye?

"Thank you again, Titus, for saving my life."

"You're welcome, Kel'Thuzad."

Baron Rivendare, who was about to wipe his rune sword, responded to Kel'Thuzad's words of thanks with a casual polite remark, then turned around mercilessly and began to wipe his beloved sword.

After becoming a ghost, he would occasionally feel the urge to torture others.

The more you see others in pain, the more you will calm your inner impulses and avoid going crazy.

Although he was considered a madman in the eyes of humans after becoming a Death Knight, he did not want to suffer.

Therefore, in order to overcome this impulse in normal state, he chose to find something to do to divert his attention.

It happened that when he was polishing his sword, he discovered that doing this not only helped him concentrate, but also made the weapon sharper.

He began his daily routine of polishing the sword, until the lich who left Mal'Ganis came here, which extended his daily work hours.

"Your Excellency Baron Rivendell, I once promised you eternal life and unparalleled power. How do you feel about that?"

Looking at Titus Rivendell who was so indifferent, Kel'Thuzad couldn't help but sigh.

However, within the blink of an eye, he changed his tone, wanting to see what the Death Knight's attitude towards him was.

It seems that Kel'Thuzad still cares about his former friends, just like his friend, Mr. Bigglesworth.

"As a living being I may spit on you, but as a dead being I can only thank you."

"Only after I have tasted the delicious taste of death can I truly understand everything."

"Kel'Thuzad, if there is nothing else, please leave here."

"I'm very busy and don't have time to entertain you."

Titus, who was only focused on wiping his sword, suddenly stood up and gestured to the lich in front of him to leave.

We all have the blessing of His Majesty the Lich King. No one is inferior to the other. Our status is equal, Archlich Kel'Thuzad.

Why are you greeting me? Our duty is to contribute to the Lich King's cause.

I am always ready to fight that elven paladin again and watch him die in my hands.

I was using psychic magic to make him stand up again, become my deputy, and swing a knife to kill the person he once wanted to protect the most.

"Okay, I won't bother you anymore."

After being rejected by his friend, Kel'Thuzad covered his chest, pretended to be sad, and left.

Lor'themar took the rare opportunity to take a short rest, set up a grill, and sat cross-legged beside the bonfire at the city gate.

Suddenly he stood up angrily, pointed at Arthas' nose and yelled at him.

"I'm working so hard to kill the enemy, just to hear you tell me that we can't hold on?"

"Are you worthy of the Holy Light that is within you, Arthas Menethil?"

"Lor'themar, the Holy Light has already given me the revelation that we are..."

"Shut up! If you want to retreat, do it by yourself. I will live and die with the Royal City of Lordaeron!"

Having said this, there was a loud slap and Lor'themar slapped Arthas hard.

"My holy light tells me that we will win!"

"Did you see that? My holy light is so bright! What I said is right."

"You have gone astray, Paladin. Do not forget the oath you made in the chapel."

Lor'themar, whose hands suddenly emitted exaggerated holy light, rode on Arthas and punched him twice in the face.

With the blessing of the Red Dragon Queen, you cross the west!

With the support and encouragement of people around you, you still want to cross the west!

With us helping you defend Lordaeron, you tell me you still want to cross the west!

Are you so cowardly when you see your future? Do you know what happened to the people who stayed here when you fled to Kalimdor?

After I die and become a ghost...I will still see you as usual...and say hello to you once again.

Just for this reason, you are an unqualified prince.

Being defeated by the undead is not a humiliation... You saved some of the people in the royal city of Lordaeron, but what about the other people in the country?

In this world, have you really been fooled by the Holy Light? Well... if you are like this... it's not too late, you should be hung up and beaten by me.

Let me tell you that your idea is wrong. It seems that Alexstrasza didn't show you the part about the Burning Legion...she only showed you a small part of your future as a Death Knight, right?

"Lor'themar Theron, please stop fighting."

"Arthas had no other choice. After seeing the vision, he could only grasp the method given by the prophet and hold on to that straw."

After listening to Jaina's explanation, Lor'themar snorted coldly, stood up and let Arthas go.

Such a considerate Jaina... I'm not envious at all, I have a better wife.

"Are you okay, Arthas?"

"Help me up, Jaina, I'm fine."

"Ok."

After being helped up by Jaina, Arthas thought for a moment and gave his answer.

When Lor'themar beat him, in addition to the physical pain, the holy light in the ranger's hand was also relieving his body.

"Thank you for your kindness, Lor'themar. You are right."

"There are still countless armies of the Scourge in Northrend. With the corpses buried beneath the Eastern Kingdoms, their military power is almost endless."

"Like a swarm of locusts, even the power given to me by the Holy Light cannot save us..."

"Bullshit! Holy Light is omnipotent!"

Bang! The golden flaming fist with a strong divine healing power hit Arthas' chest and knocked the prince onto the city gate.

Fighting and healing at the same time, after countless attempts, Lor'themar has already mastered it and formed his own system.

This method is most useful and most lethal when fighting against evildoers.

"Elf, you are so rude."

"We have good intentions..."

"You are naive, Jaina Proudmoore."

Bang! The same slap with holy light pushed Jaina to the ground, pressing her belly.

But before she reached the ground, a blanket of arcane energy prevented her from getting hurt.

"In order to prevent you from doing something you'll regret..."

"Avian, do you have such a hot temper?"

"For my sake, don't do anything to Jaina."

After releasing the magic blanket, Vereesa grabbed Avian's right hand to stop her from bullying Jaina.

Even if in another world, my best friend doesn't know me, I can't let her get hurt too much.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to."

After retracting the slap, Avian timidly handed something to Jaina and begged for her forgiveness.

By the way, the process healed the minor scars on Jaina's body, making her return to normal. There was no trace of the slap just now, and her skin seemed to be a little whiter.

It feels really good to beat Jaina. I wonder if the future Jaina will be laughing when she beats me...

"This...this is..."

Jaina rubbed her eyes and looked at the doll in her hand carefully. "Doll, shouldn't you stay in my storage bag?"

I am the only one who wants to open the spell that stores this doll box... I really lost it. Who are you... Even the teacher can't do it...

"You...you are..."

"Stop arguing. It's good enough for young people to admit their mistakes and correct them."

"Our current enemy is the Scourge. Let's not waste time on our own."

Seeing his beloved disciple being...his wife-in-law being...Uther quickly came out to smooth things over. He threw out a ball of holy light and worked with the surrounding elven priests to heal Arthas.

We are all family. Avian told me about her previous battles with demons.

Otherwise, an old stubborn like me might not be able to figure everything out at the first time. Stop hitting me. I feel bad for whoever gets beaten.

Although I also want to teach you a lesson, Lor'themar, you have almost occupied the city gate. What can I do?

Relying on the prince's guard and the city defense army above my head? If I hadn't been tricked by you into coming to help fight... I should have continued to treat Arthas.

"Lord Lor'themar, the Scourge is attacking again."

Falric on the top of the city wall shouted to Lor'themar below the city that the undead in the distance had started attacking again.

What happened to your highness? Was he attacked by the undead when Marwyn and I didn't know?

"Please watch carefully as I kill those locust-like undead spirits you mentioned."

After Jaina and other mages sent them back to the city, Lor'themar left a harsh word.

He stepped over the top of the city wall again, leaped into the enemy camp waving his spear, and fought against the undead scourge with an extremely dazzling holy light.

"Holy Light gives me strength!"

"You are nothing but maggots in front of the Holy Light!"

"I am your Purifier! The justice of Holy Light has arrived!"

The rice gun with golden flames swept across the groups of undead, shining brightly.

"I want to ask, has this Lor'themar Theron always been so... energetic? Avian."

Looking at Lor'themar below, who was completely different from the previous person, the three Windrunner sisters shook their heads at the same time in unison, and then Sylvanas asked Avian a question.

"Yes! Yes! Otherwise, why would I fall in love with him!"

"Is there a possibility that it is you..."

"What are you talking about? Vereesa, I don't understand!"